In a tower room (not Principal Connor's)

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory Paris shoves open a door after walking up seemingly thousands of stairs. She had already nearly slapped Logan Aaron on a couple occasions, but had decided it wasn't worth her energy. They were on a mission.

The room is small, and dusty, and Paris immediately positions herself in front of the window, peering through a pair of binoculars.

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory kneels next to Logan, looking like she's going to start crying again. She sets her own gun down next to her and looks up at the others.

"He's not bleeding or anything, and he's breathing, but I definitely think we need to get him to the clinic."

[aroseintime.livejournal.com]

"That's probably not a bad idea."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty checks his pulse and rubs his knuckles on Logan's chest. Logan moans.

"He'll be fine. He didn't break anything did he?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so. As far as I know, his only injury is on the back of his head. And I know I didn't hit him that hard. Paris has good control over her muscles. He should probably just be out for a few hours."

[chasingangela]

"I think you're right." Angela gently fingers the goose egg on Logan's head. "You -- or, um, Paris-you -- really knew how to swing that thing, huh?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Paris is very...volatile," Rory says, hesitantly. "And I apparently am really good at just...clocking people."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Let's get him to the clinic.

{OOC: I've got a post ready to go. You want me to open it up there?}

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Go for it!]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

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